The Immortal, Volume 2
Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 76
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 76 - Volume 2 is a compendium of the next thirty-eight chapters of Jim’s saga. As his relationship with Mandy deepens, the hints of her troubled marriage cause him to question their future, his motivation, and hers. Is he also a monster, corrupting her? And when others become involved in their shared world, Mandy’s innate talents are revealed. (Warning: Jim predates nifty little modern sexuality tags; if it's pleasurable or called for, he will do it.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BDSM Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Water Sports
At supple warmth and two spikey heated tips sliding into my spine, I eased my eyelids open to find filtered orange sunlight. In the blurry haze, my first thought was Rosa had returned for more. Although easily exhausted, the dark-eyed Brazilian bartender had been insatiable.
Except I was home. Instead of the boozy, alcohol-laden breath sluicing over my neck, it was minty. Plus, the familiar wildflower-scented shampoo announced it was Mandy. When her hand found my stiffening length, she nipped at my shoulder.
“Good morning, baby,” she whispered before once again taking a playful bite and running her fingers along my shaft. “Is this for me?”
“Um-hmm,” I murmured, but already my mind was spinning.
It was Saturday. Clear weather meant Erville and Charles were playing golf. Which in turn had Mandy with me and Cinder at home all alone. And that bothered me. It was time to explore another red line. With both of them. Teeth gritted, I let her play with my cock and squirm against me while a plan solidified.
Not more than a rough scheme as I’d tumbled into bed the night before, its details slid into place under her gliding fist. Soon, I found myself grinning. It would either be the gateway to unimaginable pleasure for all of us. Or define more limits. In any event, I could discern no downside. When I rolled to face her, smearing her stomach with my stiff knob, those stunning blue eyes, sparkling in the sunshine, blazed.
“First, we talk.” At my grip on her wrist, tugging the clutching fist from my shaft, she gasped. Then tightened her thin brows as I slid from bed.
“T-Talk?” She ran a finger of her other hand along the collar. Its shiny block letters also gleamed in the morning sun. Clad only in it, she’d arrived, dressed to play.
“Yeah.” After a quick gesture for her to follow, I headed downstairs.
Once in the kitchen, I set the coffeepot and started breakfast. Just as I took the pan from the flame, she appeared. Locked on me with narrowed eyes, she walked closer. After glancing at my rod, stiffening as her body heat wafted over me, she gulped.
“You okay, sweetheart?” She slid a hand along my arm. “Did I—”
“No. It’s not you.” I flashed her a smile before dumping scrambled eggs onto two plates. “Grab some utensils, would you?”
“Um, sure.” Still wearing a concerned expression, she complied and followed me to the table.
While I set everything down and got napkins, she filled mugs and returned. When I gave her a lengthy scan as she placed them on the surface, she tilted her head.
“What is it, dear?” she asked, watching me slide the plates together.
“That.” I sighed.
“Huh?” Her eyebrow arched.
“The way we speak to each other now.”
“I like it.” She bit into her lip. “Is that a problem? Has something—”
“No, not a problem.” I shook my head and took her by the wrist. “We’re lovers, Mandy, right?”
“Um, yes, baby.” She let me tug her closer as I settled into a chair.
When I pulled her onto my lap, back against my chest, air hissed from her. With my hardening flesh sliding along her spine, her rear squirmed as a whimper left her.
“M-Master,” she whispered before twisting to find me with those blazing azure pools.
“And that,” I muttered while lifting a coffee.
“W-What, mas—”
“The way you say ‘master.’” I took a heavy swig as my mind continued processing every detail of her writhing little figure.
“Um, what about it, baby?” Her teeth again sank into her lower lip.
With one fist sliding between us, she started to rise. But after grasping her wrist, I pulled it free. Although her eyes flashed with need, I sighed.
“Cinder.”
“Oh, no.” It was her turn to gulp, and her brows knitted tight. “What happened?”
So, I told her. In a monotone voice while losing myself in those brilliant pools, I explained every single thing I’d done to the sleek blonde. Her ice bitch. Then added all that my ice princess had done in return. When I fell silent, Mandy was no longer squirming. She was trembling.
“And, um, she’s been texting you since you returned?”
“Yes, plus...” I took another sip. “While I was away ... She sends messages even knowing I’m not checking my phone.”
“Oh.” Mandy smacked her lips.
“She knows I’m home. And I feel—”
“—responsible.” She sighed and lifted a shaky hand to caress my jaw. “I remember what you told that woman. The, uh, one at the resort who needed a safer, hmm, option.”
“Yes. We have a...” Words failed me as I stared off into the distance.
At her fingers running along my cheek, I turned to find those lasers tracking me. She was as focused on me as I was on her reactions.
“But she and I aren’t lovers.” I managed a slim smile. “Never will be. What we have is different. I just needed to ... I dunno, realize that.”
“We are, Jim.” She smacked her lips and pressed tighter, squeezing my cock between us. “Lovers. If you want the ice bitch—”
“No. I want us both to have her.”
“Huh? But she’s your, hmm”—she giggled—”sex slave sounds so weird. How about ‘pet?’”
“Sure, I guess, pet’ll work.” I gazed at the coffee before lowering the mug to the table. “The thing is, she’ll obey.”
“Duh.” Another giggle escaped her as she moved her other hand.
That time I didn’t block her, and slender fingers roamed along my trapped flesh. But as much as she laughed, her eyes remained bore-sighted on me. Every tremor sliding through her frame had my muscles tensing.
“She’s alone. Husband’s playing golf with Charles and—”
“You want us to play with her?” As her thumb played over my oozing slit, I clenched my teeth. “But what if she discovers it’s me?”
“She won’t.” I chewed my lips as her hand gave me a forceful squeeze. “And if she does, I’ll handle her.”
“Hmm, do I get fucked?” She giggled once more and then twisted to nip at my chin. “Because your naughty little slut is so damn horny just thinking about all this.”
“Yes.” I laughed as ten tons of weight lifted from my soul. “Of course.”
“So, um, what are we gonna do to her?” After turning, she leaned back into me with a quiet sigh.
“Eat first.”
“Yes, master.”
Although the words were the same, from her they implied far more. With our souls connected, she was as much my master as I was hers. She was just the one wearing a collar. Even as she lifted the initial forkful towards my mouth, I opened my lips. Likewise, I fed her between sips of coffee.
Once we’d finished and were washing the plates, she kept a firm eye on my stiff rod as I moved past her. When at last everything was clean, I walked to my phone with her following. While texting Cinder, I showed her the screen.
Now. Naked, heels, and blindfolded. My house.
Even as Mandy’s eyes widened, an answering chirp arrived. They grew wider as she read the two words I’d expected.
Yes, master.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” she murmured, then gasped when I tossed the phone and gripped her wrist.
Other than whimpers she was silent as I took her upstairs and laid her on the bed. But when I retrieved thick leather shackles from a drawer, she gulped.
“Trust me?” I asked while sliding one onto her ankle.
“Always, baby.” She flashed a nervous grin.
“You’re gonna have fun, I promise.” I snapped another around the other leg.
“Mmm, with you, I always do, Jim.” She bit deep into her lip as I secured a wrist.
A rapid puff of air left her as I sealed the last shackle into place. When I guided her to her feet, she raised an eyebrow, but let me set her on her knees in a distant corner. While smacking those shiny lips, she settled her palms on her thighs.
“Stay quiet.” I stretched bindings from each of the four bed posts across the covers.